I sit here atop, closing my eyes
And hear the natures, its bellows and cries;
The wind whispers, its touch is cool
Swaying my hair,me in its gentle rule;
The trees speaking, rustling their lips
I wish i could hear these naughty gossips;
The chirps and creaks I hear them slight
Yeah the underworld is out for the night;
Apart from all, I still hear small silences
Calling out me from some distant absences;
I wonder is it God, my soul or my loves
Who is looking upon me as quiet as the doves;
No I can't hear or see or touch this essence
It just tells me about its existence;
"I ain't god or spirit or soul, you fool
I am just the love and care of the hearts u rule !"